I am an advocate for safe, inclusive spaces. Places where people can heal, be themselves, explore their lives without judgement; especially when their lives are unkempt and even a little ugly. I would like to see our language and culture change to aid the process, not hinder. Many times I have felt like Miguel de Cervantes’ protagonist Don Quixote, tilting at windmills while advocating for these spaces. This blog will be used to help show how our language [written, verbal] perpetuates barriers, stereotypes, and myths within all identities of race, class, ageism, ethnicity, gender.
When I’m not tilting at windmills, I am a full-time worker, full-time student, mother, grandmother, and photographer who tends to photograph whatever intrigues me while on the run between all my own spaces.